π² A rusted bicycle sat alone on the side of the road, abandoned and forgotten. Once, it had been the pride and joy of a young boy who loved to ride it around his neighborhood. But as he grew older, he became too cool for it, and decided to upgrade to a motorbike. π The bicycle was left to rot, with no one to take care of it or even give it a second glance. Its once shiny red paint was now chipped and faded, and its seat was torn. It was clear that it had been through a lot of wear and tear. π§ The rain and the wind took their toll on the bicycle as well. The once-smooth tires were now flat and the metal rusted. The chain was rusting, the pedals were missing and it was looking sad and lonely πΆ♂️ Occasionally, a passerby would take notice of the lonely bicycle and feel a twinge of sadness for it. They would imagine the adventures it had been on and the joy it had brought to its former owner. But then they would continue on their way, and the bicycle would be left alone once more. π ...
Stories told by Grandma Sage